What struck me with both these pieces is a feeling of rebirth or empowerment. Isn’t that what living proposes we do with our time?
We bloom once
in silent songs
only you can hear.
The Wrong Side by Yassy On the wrong side of destiny I was born In the silence of a teardrop On the edge of a breakdown Learning to fall Learning to unlearn Chrysanthemum Hope That writes itself into words I touch the words As the sun fires deep in my belly Making me into my quintessence Made into me.